Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.